Moment for Life

[Los] I go super hard Nothing less than devoted I put knowledge in every bar Take a second and note it I know that things ain't what they seem It’s like blessings is coded I knew this would be my moment for life the second I wrote it And yea I struggled every day, I got used to the hope Playing tug-of-war with the world, I was losing my rope But contrary to what haters would usually hope When you talk about me now, tell them I used to be broke Bad for your health with a raw flow Niggas can’t mention rap in my presence Unless you’re an elf in the North Pole You don’t get that, you so unprepared Snap back flow, adjust to me being over your head Damn! I’m bigger, stronger and faster than them Put my life behind bars, that’s how I mastered the pen Ten, nine eight, seven six five four three, two one Motherf-cker it’s my time I could write it in the script and sell it This kind of story many niggas don’t live to tell it I put my life in this sentence, like a convicted felon Victory is mine, climb a mountain raise my fists and yell it I wish that I could have this moment a bit longer In the midst of the moment, the momentum get stronger But shit hunger, make friends switch to opponents Then take the tone of a bitch on ya Keep your chrome on your hip When you boning them chicks, homie They be blowing your cut, man these hoes is a bit phony I move out like O’s in the drought The day I trick on a bitch you see snow in the south Way back when I had the goals in my mouth Nigga I was pimping like Jerome in the house Thinking back to my Martin years Now the Aston Martin doors open like Martin’s ears White top black shoes on the drop Martin got it looking like a skin head and some Doc Martens It all started with a dream like Doc Martin, Luther King Do your thing nigga stop talking Back when they dropped the dirt on my pop's coffin Left a hard spot on my heart that will not soften I’m lost in this beautiful thing So even in my nightmares I’m still pursuing my dreams Got the shooter on the roof, clear view to king They tell me bring the crown back and make the funeral clean It’s no chance for the bow, I romance with the war And these niggas too clean to slow dance with the poor Ten seconds on the clock, I take a glance at the score We down by two so I advance with the ball Too fast for your forward no need to rewind I shake him out his 2 shoes, I got this 3 on my mind 4 seconds left, and it’s like 5 niggas pressing me I need 6 rings like Jordan in my legacy 7 niggas on the bench watching me in slow mo I ate (8) the press up too easy, no homo Straight down the middle to the top of the line And pulled that motherfucker back like I was cocking a 9 And let it fly they thinking ‘Los did it again’ Damn ya’ll niggas need heart, I’m the wizard you tin (10) man It take 10 men to get the heart of this one man Cuz no ten men would go as hard as this one man Damn, who would’ve thought that I was this thorough Put a ribbon on the moon, my gift out this world nigga